where we exist

where we exist

A Poem by Tenten


the scent of ink and nicotine

mixing with paint and laundry

disarray of bed sheets and CD’s

Pages brimming, words filled

Books, notebooks, manga, diary, journals

The tired cavity containing the

Creative capacity of an exhausted child.

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 12:57PM Tx. Thu 01/10/08 �Come Close� Saosin Exhausted, Lonely, Upset, Expressing silently (Written, Tobi.)

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Tenten
Tenten

Alamosa, CO



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I know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..